Disclaimer: I do not own the anime series Naruto. Naruto belongs to Kishimoto Masashi. I write these stories for the sole purpose of enjoyment and do not -under any circumstances- make a profit out of writing these Fan-Fics.
Warning: Please be advised that this story contains graphic death scenes, drugs, violence, unsuitable language, homosexuality, sex and other scenes that may be inappropriate for children under 18 years of age. The writer of this story will NOT be held responsible if a minor reads the following contents. Be aware that you disagreeing with any of the warnings will not change anything above. I repeat- This will NOT be negotiated. The story does NOT follow the plot of Kishimoto Masashi.
Main pairing: NarutoxSasuke
Couples: NarutoxSasuke, NarutoxItachi, KyuubixSasuke, KibaxHinata, Mild FagakuxKushina, MinatoxKushina, PeinxKonan, FagakuxKonan, and KyuubixItachi, AsumaxKonan, FagakuxMikoto…Many more couples in future chapters.
Notes: This is set up during the early 1800's and is not based on Japan. The story begins with flashbacks for special reasons! If you have any questions about the story, feel free to ask me.
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~Where The Savage's Heart Rest~
3 days later.
Pein looked outside the borderline of the mansion. It was still dark, when he returned from his little escapade. He was also bone-tired and the heavy weight against his shoulder was slowing him down. Well, not anymore. He threw the heave sack of flesh into the mud-filled ground and sat down, taking out the last cigar out of his dirty pockets. He would have to dispose of the clothes as well.
"I really wish I could stay. See the look on your kid's face." He continued on, "You know…" He took a big swig and coughed. "I wonder what Kushina would be thinking if she saw you like this, nothing but fresh meat for the starving dogs."
Silence was such a peaceful answer. He took a big swig. The sun was looming over the horizon.
"Yes," He said. "I thought so too."
Morning.
The bawling sound rapidly tore its way through the ramparts of the mansion and scarcely echoed through Naruto's room.
Naruto launched the door open and ran down the halls of the mansion. His eyes were broad open, heart beaten miles per hours.
A maid ran pass him, holding her mouth with her hand, looking ashy and faint. He stopped her in time and asked her if she was alright. Pointing at the door, she pushed him off and bend over, letting out most of the remains of her breakfast.
Naruto searched around the room and spotted Asuma in the middle the room, appearing also faint. Konan was beside him looking away from the scene. He ran over to where she had pointed, ignoring the pleading protest of Asuma.
"No," He whimpered, "This is a mistake."
Everything he had lived for dropped to freezing halt, an agonizing realization. He knelt down and fiercely locked his arms around the comatose mass of identical blond hair and dilated blue eyes.
His heart pumped faster and faster, every fiber of his body shook with rage and an overwhelming sense of wretchedness. He squeezed the body harder, not giving a damn weather the body was icy or that the once tan skin was a nasty pale plastered with dry blood.
He cried and screamed and cursed. He held him tight, until his eyes were bloodshot and his screams turned into pathetic little muffled whimpers.
They tried to pull him away, but he pushed them off immediately. No one was allowed to touch his father.
"Naruto let go of him. We need to get this body out."
Naruto's hand curled into a tight fist. The rags on the bloody body stretched. He should've warned him.
"Konan," Asuma hissed.
He should have sought to it himself. Damn it, he should have stopped them.
Konan stepped forward. "We don't know this man."
She didn't know him? Naruto fumed. In an instance his was next to her, grabbing her shoulders in an iron grip.
Konan squirmed. His eyes narrowed and she could have sworn spots of red peered into his blue irises. "You don't know him? You killed him!"
Asuma and other servants broke them off. Asuma held him tight. "You need to calm down Naruto."
"You killed him. No one knew he was alive…" He trailed off silently. He collapsed on the floor, memorized by his sheered bluntness. He didn't care anymore. "You knew Minato was alive. You knew who I was. Then why," he pointed towards her, "Auntie?" The mock in his voice did not go unnoticed by anyone.
Konan stood up straight, ignoring the stares of surprise. She then laughed, "You will never be part of my family.
Naruto shrugged Asuma off. He could control himself. "Stop with the lies. I'm not-"
"Naruto," Asuma cut in, "That's enough. Go to your room, we will talk later."
Naruto did not utter a word or moved a finger. His cold damp hands pointed toward himself and solely himself. "I am Naruto Namikaze Uzumaki. Whoever killed my father… will pay."
It was his pride talking at the time and perhaps it was his resentment executing something as threatening as that, but damn, if they thought they would flee, then they were sadly mistaken.
He stared at her long and hard, cold and rigorous. He would bring her down to the ground.
2 days later.
The rumors stretched across every corner and small crack that could be known to any human in Konoha Leave and all ears were perked up, ready for the new juicy information.
It was not long before they knew Naruto Namikaze Uzumaki was alive along with Namikaze Minato who was found dead.
The Uchiha's were not left alone in the dark.
Everywhere the Uchiha's went they were asked the same question. All questions began different but nonetheless –they were all led to the same point.
"Is it true?"
"You have a bastard as a child?"
"What was Kushina thinking?"
"Wasn't the child yours?"
Fugaku kicked the door close. The door cricked opened again, mocking him. He paced back and forth, annoyed.
Kakashi walked inside. He had a bottle of cold strong liquor. He offered a glass. Fugaku licked his lips and greedily gulped down the whole bottle. Kakashi, like a guarding hawk, watched Fugaku.
"If…that's…if you came to-to do that, then leave." His name was at risk and Kakashi, that idiot, was not helping.
Kakashi's eye twinkled in amusement. "I will not leave." He hadn't felt this giddy since he lost his eye, his hand brushed against his scarred eye. He thought back to the rumors and smiled. If he weren't lazy, he would find Naruto and bless him.
"Hn, That kid…he was dead…I saw him…and he mocked me." Fugaku was saying. He took the glass bottle of Fugaku's hands.
It was evident that Fugaku was going to exclude himself. He was going to get obsessed with Naruto like he was obsessed with Minato. It was just a matter of time.
"Sir you have two children. You shouldn't dwell too much on the boy, rather, you should dwell more on your children who're still grieving for the lost of their mother." It was not his business to intervene in the Uchiha's affairs, but if he mentioned the children…
Fugaku glared at Kakashi. "You insolent child, there is nothing worse than a man who is disgraced by a deceased wife." Fugaku sat down.
Kakashi listened attentively, the room was quiet and the laughter of the two boys playing outside the garden was heard. "Do you need anything else sir?"
Fugaku tapped the table rhythmically; the hazy state did not show. "Yes, now that you mentioned the boys…" He trailed off, looking around the table. He took to tickets out. "Itachi and Sasuke are old enough to go to a private school aboard."
Kakashi's eyes widen. "Are you sure sir? Isn't that a little too much?"
"I don't want the boys staying here. They will be ready in 3 days to travel to Italy. Besides, having them somewhere else will make it almost effortless to track down the bastard child."
"Sir, please try to think about what you are doing."
Fugaku made his way towards Kakashi."Do as I ordered you."
"What if Naruto left?"
Fugaku looked at Kakashi in disgust. "I will find him."
Naruto stared at the coffin, knowing that inside the amber box was his father, the man that practically raised him for half of his life. His insides turned violently, making him nauseous.
It was quiet, something that irked the blonde. The only visitors around were the ones who were close to Minato. They were not much.
Shikamaru put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Come on. You should get something to drink."
Naruto softly pulled away. "I appreciate your offer but I do not accept. Sadly, I will not be able to attend the burial so to be with him before I depart." Shikamaru eyes widen. Naruto was leaving? Before he could ask, the blond man was gone.
Shikamaru looked around and shrugged with a small frown. "Naruto," Turning around, he took a seat. He made sure it was as far away from Minato's coffin as possible.
It was sad seeing the body of a decent man, dead. Shikamaru almost felt like reverting back to a baby and cry his eyes out, but was too troublesome.
"Running from your problems won't help you, Naruto." He opened a pack of cigars, looking at them intently. He wondered if that guy, Asuma, knew his cigars were gone yet. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.
Naruto breathed hard rigid breaths. He did not want to answer Shikamaru's questioning look.
If anything, he hadn't meant to say that to Shikamaru. What was wrong with him? Maybe the death of his father had really affected his head. He leaned against the wall, cursing under his breath.
It was just a matter of days before he left to Italy and he thanked Asuma for it. The old man was sympathetic enough to provide him with money. The cash was sufficient enough to eat, find a job and have shelter.
Suddenly, the sun beamed on his face, blinding his view of the church. He moved away quickly, not noticing where he was going until his shoulders bumped into another person. He apologized to the mother holding a little girl.
"It was not your fault," The little girl said before the mother.
Naruto looked to the side to have better view. It was a little girl, no older than 7 or 6.
"Shush Ino. Pardon sir, I am wasting your precious time."
Naruto smiled sadly, his heart thumped loudly, almost painfully. "Not at all, it was a pleasure ma'am."
The woman walked away, the child lingering next to her arm. Suddenly, he wished for a family of his own.
It's for the better not to think sometimes, he thought, heart breaking.
25 years after Naruto was born:
The lady always sat next to her, never speaking or looking at the window. She always wanted to see her.
At night, she moved to caress her, but the blond woman refused to utter a word. She would only hum when the skies were gray.
But then she remembered that the blond had spoken once, it was too sweet and too alluring, so safe, like her own mother's voice when she was a mere child.
She moved the rag doll to the bed, gently kissing it. Her red hair dangled every which way and her clothes were messy. It was an odd sight.
Do you think I will find them? Do you thing they grow up old? Like me?"
The blonde thought for second. "You will find them. Where ever they are."
"He's alive, right? My baby he's alive."
"Oh my dearest, I remember the day I saw his tiny arms and legs moving and kicking. Saw it for a few seconds, but I saw them."
The blonde never spoke again, to her disappointment.
She closed her eyes, feeling the heavy metal on her face. I
have to get out soon. My time in this living inferno is ending.
Sasuke contentedly ran through the ship, looking for his brother. He had to tell him what Asuma had sent them.
He stopped for a few seconds, taking slow excruciating breaths.
He scowled and wondered where Itachi could have hidden? He shrugged it off after awhile and sat down, setting the box gently on the floor. He opened the box. He didn't know whether he should have praised Asuma or lecture him about spoiling them.
"You should thank who ever send you the camera."
Sasuke's head snapped up and saw Itachi sitting next to him, calm as always. He silently cursed, hand on his heart. "Ah, it's you Itachi. I have been searching for you."
The older of the two chuckled, playing with the hat that rested innocently on his head. "I was enjoying myself."
"I see…you brought a girl with you?" Sasuke asked, looking behind his brother.
A pair of small arms hugged Itachi from the back. The girl had long black hair, and clear pasty eyes. She was a gypsy, he concluded. "Excuse me for second," Sasuke slowly pulled Itachi away from the girl and almost trip over a rope.
As soon as they were far enough, Sasuke let go.
"What was the purpose of that?"
"She is a gypsy Itachi. Do not ask me why." He came closer, watching the gypsy. "You know how they are."
Itachi agreed. "Yes, I know what kind of people they are…but she's different." Sasuke's eye brow rose. "Trust me, she isn't what you think."
Sasuke folded his arms, "Do not come crying to me when you realize she stole all the cash you own." He murmured.
Itachi waved him off, staring at the girl passively. "Look I just fancy some…" He came closer to Sasuke's ear, conscience that he could make a scene. "…cabbage."
Sasuke pushed his brother off, repulsed. "What will happen if you get caught?"
Itachi was about to respond but Sasuke beat him to it.
"I will not be held responsible if you get caught." He said. "You have a fiancée to be concerned of in four months. What if you…impregnate…"
Itachi scoffed, interrupting his brother before he had a chance to say anything, "That's ludicrous Sasuke. I will not do such a horrible thing like that." He put his hat back on, "I will be in my room if you need me."
Sasuke eyes roamed Itachi's face one last time. "Yes, of course." He turned around, to see the young girl sitting silently.
The girl was staring, a deep blush in her cheeks. He waved her over. Her face turned a shade darker. Sasuke's eyebrow lifted, a little curious as to why the girl was so shy, but then he thought it wasn't any of his business.
"I-I sorry," She said quietly. She did not like the cold and calculating stare Sasuke gave. "Pardon, I'll be living now."
Sasuke took pity. Maybe, just maybe, the girl could be useful. He grabbed her hand before she left. "May I ask what your name is?"
"Hinata."
Sasuke released his hold on her. "Hinata, I see. How would you like to earn some money?"
Hinata started fidgeting, she wasn't sure of what to do. "What would you ask of me?"
"I want you to keep an eye on my brother, Itachi Uchiha."
Hinata looked skeptical. "When do I start?" She asked after thinking it over. Sasuke smiled.
Hinata looked away face red. She was going to make money without stealing, without trickery, without the disgrace that fell upon her every time she witnessed a family go hungry, for she remembered stealing what little they would own and repeat it over and over again.
"Tomorrow, as soon as the ship starts sailing away." Sasuke continued, a small smile gracing his lips. "In case you feel you have to inform me of something urgently, please, feel free to notify me without delay."
"May I ask you something?"
Sasuke nodded.
"Why are you helping me? Did you not like me before?"
Sasuke thought about it for a second, "A little weasel told me you were a good person. I'm taking his word for it." He took his camera and before he left he told her to have a nice day.
Hinata ran to the other side of the boat and wondered who the weasel was.
Naruto's eyes were glued to the deck. He could have pledged the ship was glaring maliciously at him. His nose scrunched up as soon as he set foot. If anything, it smelled of rich, cocky passengers with no morals whatsoever.
They all passed by him, ladies swayed elegantly, their back straight as a wall and nose high in the sky. While the men stood on their feet, shoulders broad, looking powerful with each step they took.
He would have rather be smothered by a thousand flaming suns, than be one of them. Yet, here he was becoming a hypocrite. He wanted to laugh so badly at the mockery of all of it.
Naruto did not utter a word or moved a finger. His cold damp hands pointed toward himself and solely himself. "I am Naruto Namikaze Uzumaki. Whoever killed my father… will pay."
"Sir, are you okay?"
Someone had nudged him, trying to wake him from his stupor. Naruto shuddered, blinking once, twice, then three times.
"Monsieur,"
Naruto Turned around, "My apologies Iruk a, I was…excited." He stopped for a moment, adjusting his hat, "I will be departing to my homeland after all. And please, with all regards, call me Naruto."
Iruka agreed a little confuse. He stared Naru to vigilantly, "Shall we go in?" he asked.
Naruto smiled, "Of course, follow me Iruka. I want to show you our room."
3 Day later,
Sasuke sprinted back and forth, boasting around the deck, the camera whooshing around in his hands, getting every moment he could obtain with his hands.
Hinata, that girl was by his side, only occasionally did she left to keep an eye on Itachi. Although sometimes, she would disappear, leaving Sasuke to wonder alone on the deck.
Sasuke did not complain, the girl was useful, but he had to keep her at bay since it would have caused too much of a stir if he kept her close.
Sasuke stopped for awhile, tired and in need of some rest. Hinata left, a few minutes later. He leaned forward, looking at the sea rise up and down. The water reminded him of Kyuubi, always so calm.
"Kyuubi," He whispered. The last time he saw him was three years ago. They were together every day.
"Might I solicit the cause of my brother's thwarted distress?"
Sasuke's head crooked to the side. He grew slightly frustrated at the glimpse of his brother. He already took the blame for five obscure things. "Rubbish, you have no concern for me. What do you intend?"
Itachi frown, "I'll make it up to you. Will you answer my question?"
Sasuke waved him off, "My mere distress is you. I do not want father to be informed about your tribulations.
"I can take care of myself." Itachi quickly said. It was always the same question. Sasuke looked away. "Don't beat around the bush, brother, step into the world of lust and excitement."
Sasuke scoffed, "Never." He said, "My heart has been embezzled with."
"Ah, a lucky lady has wedged my brother's eye? Who may well be that?"
Sasuke opened his mouth, but then sealed it, lips curled shut in a thin line. He grabbed the box of the floor and blew away the dust that gathered. "I cannot tell you."
Itachi nearly found himself glowering. "I am not going to force you."
Sasuke did not bother to heed what Itachi said. In fact, he looked at the sky and licked his lips, feeling a bit famished. "Is the food ready?"
Itachi smiled. "I am not so certain. I'll take you into kitchen, brother."
Naruto did not dare step a foot outside his chalet. Only after Iruka implored him, did he accept to have some fresh air.
He grabbed his hat, put on his shoes and strolled out. As soon as he opened the door, the glare of the sun hit his face. He rubbed his eyes in irritation. "Let's go get a drink." He finally said.
"They serve tea?" Iruka offered. "The kitchen must have some."
Naruto craved for strong liquor, like rum, but he didn't let the disappointment show and grinned. "Lead the way, sir."
"This is delicious," Itachi smiled brightly, looking over his brother's unfinished platter. "Brother?"
Sasuke shook his head, "Pardon?"
Itachi sighed, not to keen on repeating what he had said. "I said the food was delicious." Itachi head turned to the side, a smirk more obnoxious then any fiend appeared on his face.
"Brother?" Sasuke felt puzzled.
"I want the blond." He said conclusively.
Sasuke was rather annoyed; he didn't comprehend his brother's random outburst.
Itachi gulped the whole glass of liquor. "I'm going up to him. You are welcome to come."
Sasuke looked around the room. His fingers tapped patiently, after a few seconds, he found the blonde, the only blonde.
The blonde was speaking with a man near his mid-thirties. Just by glancing at the guy, Sasuke could tell he was not going to fond of him, or maybe it was the guy blaring nonsense at the top of his lungs that Sasuke found annoying. Really, the guy was acting like an immature petty toddler.
He leaned closer and got a closer glimpse of the barbaric man. The blond was gorgeous. Blue icy eyes, tanned skin, firm jaw line and he presumed the man was extremely brawny. He could hardly hear what he was saying, "Honestly…She was the cutest..." That was enough for Sasuke.
He turned back around and saw Itachi already heading away from him, Sasuke jumped to his feet and followed.
Itachi sat down next to the blond, Sasuke was right behind him. The blond stopped his rambling, licking the flavor of his lips. "Good afternoon, sir."
The blond raised his head, smiling sheepishly. "Good afternoon. And may ask what brings you two to my table?" He slid of his chair and grabbed Itachi's hand in a firm handshake, then shook Sasuke's hands. "Naruto's the name, but you may call me savage, wild, untamed…"
Iruka silently raised an eye brow, but let Naruto continue. Itachi's and Sasuke's eyebrow rose at the same time also, they didn't say anything though.
Naruto almost laughed, he took a sip from his tea and cringed at the sour taste and sat, expecting an answer from the two men.
Itachi was now intrigued a lot more. His know play toy was at his arm's length. "Call me Itachi." He pointed towards Sasuke. "This is my twin, Sasuke."
Naruto was surprise, he rarely saw twins walking around. He made an "Ah" sound and walked closer to them, "Would you to two like to-"
"That will not be the case." He nudged Itachi, "I'm going to rest for a while." He stared at Naruto long and hard. "I must part, have a pleasant day." Something wasn't right about Naruto.
Naruto silently watched as Sasuke left the deck. His eyes were secretly glued to the rear end of the man leaving. Out of the two brothers, he was the prettiest…and the one that probably hated him most, judging by the glare Sasuke had sent him not only a few minutes ago.
He didn't mind though, both suited his tastes. Naruto ranked Itachi up and down, just as he did to Sasuke as he walked away. They were perfect, identical. He made a promised that before he left, he would get them begging on their knees.
Naruto turned his attention back to Itachi. He was standing, holding his weight by one foot. By the looks of it, he seemed little peeved. "Your brother seems like nice young fellow."
Itachi almost sneered.
Naruto glanced at Iruka. He noticed the warning look the blonde was sending and snaked out of his chair. "I'll be outside if you need me sir." He left, leaving Itachi and Naruto to themselves.
Note: So yes, the flashbacks had finally ended! I think this was a little rushed…okay a lot. But in my defense, if I made it any longer, you would have had to wait another 2 weeks or so.
Also note: Sasuke and Naruto met. There was tension, but Naruto's eyes are going in the wrong direction! Don't look at Itachi . There was no lemon or lime, sorry.
Question: Do you want NaruIta lemon scene?
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